Sister Catherine 'S Nighmare - Caw 13


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babe Catherine 's Nighmare - CAW 13 Entry.

This was such an agitate fourth dimension for Sister Catherine.

She was a newly initiated member of the Sisters of The Divine line of descent. She had always felt herself drawn to a life of worship and service. Her devoutly religious Roman Catholic parents had instilled in her a love of the Church at a very young age. A beautiful and level-headed Cy Young woman, she had been sheltered from many of the enticement of youth and this gave her a innocent timber others found endearing.

She had been posted to the Religious field of study Office of St peter 's junior-grade School as an assistant to the section Head, don Coleman. She was particularly fond of the prison term she did get to pass assisting with teaching.

When she was asked to keep company the elder Art sketch course on a head trip to the Detroit Institute of The Arts she was thrilled. Growing up her parents rarely allowed her to attend the Class trips so many other students went on. That the trip-up would involved an all-night stop in a hotel was thrilling to her. She rarely got to do anything like that.

The Nox before the stumble she could hardly log Z's due to her hullabaloo. The adopt morning she found herself on the school day bus headed to the Museum. The scholar were excited but largely behaved themselves.

On a few function Mr. Tucker, the Art Teacher, had to stand up and get the students to tone up it down. The effect of his voice communication only lasted a short-circuit time. Sister Catherine was not overly fond of the harsh way he addressed the scholarly person, but felt it safe not to say anything. She could sense his growing frustration and decided the following time the students acted up she would assist by handling it.

Sure enough, about an hour from Motown, the yelling and rough housing started again. babe Catherine told Mr. Kennedy she would handle it. He was shocked as he regarded the Nun sitting adjacent to him.

Mr. Kennedy was a bit of a lax Catholic. He rarely went to Christian church, but did think in God and was a good man. Being an Art instructor he was fairly popular with the students. Away from the schoolhouse he was a bit of a ladies man and he had a rattling discernment for the female physical body. All he could think of as he regarded Sister Catherine the Great was"What a waste."

Sister Catherine was simply beautiful. Her smooth alabaster skin looked youthful and radiated health. Her fully Gallic features represented the best that race had to provide, with her high school cheekbones, large luminous drab middle, and fully lips. Her rim begged to be kissed he thought and then berated himself for thinking about a Nun in that manner. But even as he did so, his eyes roamed over her as she stood and turned to look at the back of the bus.

He was very happy she did not wear a traditional Nun 's habit. Her modern charwoman 's attire was button-down by today 's banner but did not hide her chassis. It was full of curved shape and the gallant of her fanny drew an appreciative glimpse.

He could not believe that such a physically attractive cleaning woman had given herself to God. He had seen the wedding dance band on her left hand which symbolized her man and wife to God. He just could not descend to grips with the whole vow of chastity thing. She deserved the tending of a man and he felt it was a waste she had blocked herself off from such. He knew she was a virgin and would never know such physical involvement. He also found it surprising how totally unaware of her instinctive sweetheart she was.

As Sister Catherine stood and began approaching the back of the bus, walking down the centre aisle, she was incognizant that many of the boy were having the Sami sentiment as Mr. JFK. Overall the students thought she was a really dainty mortal and a lot different from Sister Madonna Alice, a.k.a"monster Penguin."who had occupied her posting before her. Demon Penguin had been a knuckle rapping, difficult charging, flak and brimstone Nun with the aspect like an old shoe. Sister Catherine was variety and gentle. Her smile was strong and she had the case of an holy man.

It only took her a few mo to figure out the four male child who were being the most disruptive. As she got closer she noticed they fell mum and were watching her.

"Peter, Patrick, Justin and Saint Matthew the Apostle ... I need to ask you to help me with something."she said gently.

This approach caught them off guard duty and Justin said"What do you necessitate baby ?"

"Mr. Kennedy has gone to considerable effort to format this trip for all of you. I do n't opine you realize the personal grief that arranging a field of force trip entails ... the sum of piece of work. He is very worried that something could go wrong on this trip and if it does, rest assured, he will withdraw the blame. It is very stressful. It would be so a great deal easier for him to have you sit in a classroom and put you through an agonizing powerpoint presentation of the wonderful art you will see at the Museum. Instead, he decided to bring you on this trip so you can see them for yourselves. I should also mention that his decisiveness did help you fly the coop other classes for two sidereal day. Do you empathise what I am saying ?"She asked.

In unison they replied"Yes sis Catherine."

"Good then."she said smiling."So why do n't we all work together to show our appreciation to Mr. JFK and present the poor man a break."

"No problem Sister Catherine."St. Matthew the Apostle said as the others nodded.

"Thank you."She said and turned to walk back to the figurehead of the bus. As she walked she considered that the boys had the potential to be very skillful the great unwashed, but she understood now why they were called the Four Horseman by some teacher.

Upon arriving at the museum the year was quickly organized into pairs and lede inside. As they travelled the art gallery Sister Catherine II thought that they did seem to be enjoying themselves. They were behaving and appeared paying attention to their guide.

She was completely absorbed in the natural action of the scholarly person until she found herself standing before a specific painting.

The incubus by Henri Fuseli was not a work she was familiar with.

The painting depicted a voluptuous woman laying back in what she considered a sexual position. Her simple Edward D. White attire created an range of innocence, but her position suggested a clearly sexual theme in her opinion. The wight sitting astride her vulnerable soundbox was demonic and had a sexual malice to it. If the woman was sleeping she was clearly having a nightmare, as the deed of conveyance suggested, and Sister Catherine felt she knew only too well what kind of incubus.

The chiroscuro outcome made the fair sex 's nocturnal torments stand out in scandalously decipherable relief. What sis Catherine could not understand was why she felt herself being physically affected by the painting. It was clearly a disgraceful house painting for it 's time and the overtly sexual base in it rattled her slightly.

It was not until she was startled by a vocalisation beside her that she realized she had been completely lost in it 's imagery.

"Quite hit is n't it. It does take one wonder what kind of nightmare the young woman is having."Said a man standing next to her.

Sister Catherine turned and looked at the man. He was very handsome and that actualisation struck her like a lightening bolt. She felt the look of arousal slowly spreading their affectionateness through her. Between the influence of viewing the painting and this man 's striking appearance she felt as though she was losing her sense of time and place.

"Yes ... it is interesting"sister Catherine managed. She could sense she was breathing a bit arduous than usual.

"Fuseli never commented on why he painted it, or what his purpose was, but I think that it is fairly clear that he had sexual intentions. The way the incubus sits astride her ... seeming to influence her dreams ... having her balmy chassis laid out so readily to him ... her mind and consistency so vulnerable."the handsome stranger said in a vocalisation that radiated seduction.

baby Catherine the Great found herself unable to front away from the painting. She felt herself flushing with stimulation and ineffective to respond when she felt the alien slid a script onto the pocket-sized of her back. She could feel the oestrus radiating from his touch, it 's warmth spreading through her.

"Some have suggested that this was how the monster would attend cleaning woman who slept alone ... arousing them and taking vantage of their carnal appetite ... their physical desire to be touched ... to get what was forbidden to them ... pleasance of the body."he continued as his script gently began to caress her back.

Sister Catherine was entranced by his row and touching and said quietly"I do n't understand the horse."

"Possibly a dewy-eyed reference to nightmare itself ... the mare suggesting a link to a cavalry. That is not true however, as the mare portion of the mare dower of the Christian Bible. Rather, the word is derived from Dolichotis patagonum, a Scandinavian mythological terminal figure referring to a sprightliness sent to torment or suffocate sleepers."he said simply as he caressed her.

"To my mind ... the weight of suffocation on the chest that suggested could easily represent the weight of her seducer as she lays beneath him, pinned to the bed .... submitting to his desire to claim her body ... to use it for pleasure ... to violate her in the most personal way and claim her as his own."As he spoke he leaned in closer to her, his body touching the side of hers and his tidings becoming a hot moist whisper in her capitulum.

"Imagine that feeling ... being claimed ... surrendering ... the pleasure that is possible."he said in a seductive whisper.

Sister Catherine II suddenly came back to herself. She stepped aside quickly and turned to face the man. He was tall, at least six feet and had a dark seductive quality that she had never encountered before. His eyes seemed so deep and filled with mystery story, hinting at the very carnal pleasures the picture had suggested.

"I 'm lamentable, I have to get back to my students."She said quickly.

The stranger glanced around and said"Well if you must Sister."with a clearly flirty smile.

"How did ... You know I am a Nun ?"She asked.

"I noticed you the moment you walked into the verandah. A woman such as yourself being locked in self-renunciation by joining herself to a life without the warmth of a lover 's touch ... it 's a sin."He concluded playfully.

"I ... I am a handmaiden of God and I will thank you not to be so familiar."She said allowing some righteous indignation to enter her representative. She also felt ignominy for having allowed this to hap in the kickoff home. At that mo she hated the Nightmare by Mr. Fuseli. She hated the feelings it had created in her and how exposed it had made her to this lecherous man who did not even seem to care about her holy place Vows.

"Please consent my apologies Sister Catherine."he said as she had turned to take the air away.

Sister Catherine had taken perhaps ten steps before she wondered how he knew her gens. She turned to ask him, but the well dressed handsome unknown was gone. She felt easing at this and more sure of herself suddenly. She shook her school principal and carried on with the tour, finding the kids and joining the group again.

Later that Night she was alone in her hotel room and had finished her evening prayers. All through them she could not shake the touch sensation that the man and that house painting had created in her. She did not feel at ease and wondered why she had allowed that man 's overt flirtations and touching of her soul.

During her exhibitioner she realized that she felt dirty, somehow that she had been violated by him. She found herself scrubbing in a near hysteria before she got ascendancy of herself. The water supply was scalding hot and she felt as if she had been trying to disinfect her organic structure.

She eventually made her way to the bed and laid down to catch some Z's. By this clip she had calmed herself and convinced herself that she had done the right matter and walked away from him. She fell asleep feeling at ataraxis and confident in her faith.

Sister Catherine was not for certain why, but she jerked awake from her slumber. She had the spirit she had been running from individual. She was breathing hard and sweating. She could hear the faint sound of traffic and her eyes searched the coloured shadows of her hotel room.

Unsure why, she had the lingering feeling she was not alone. She quickly sat up and reached over, turning on the lamp. As it 's warm up light filled the room she found she could not agitate the frigidity shudder that sent a chill down her spikelet. Slowly and deliberately she got out of the bed and stood next to it, incertain why she felt peril. Glancing at the clock she noted it was 3:00am. That did not make her feel any dear. She knew that sentence represented the demonic witching hour, a charade of the Holy Trinity.

Glancing around Catherine saw her rosary on the bedside mesa and quickly picked it up. Clutching it in both hand she stood there shaking. Her care was palpable and for her the worst part was that it was a unknown concern. Gathering her resoluteness and uttering a quick prayer she slowly made her substructure motility. She methodically moved through the hotel room and found she was apparently alone. The doorway was still locked and the submission control bolt of lightning in blank space. No one could add up into the room.

Her mind began reasoning out how foolish she was being. Telling herself that she was being silly and mocking her own paranoia. Her Bodoni font grounds overruled her instinctual self and she was soon blaming the unknown day she had and the chocolate bar she had eaten before bed.

Glancing at the clock as she walked back to her bed she saw it was 3:00am still. She suddenly realized that was not possible. She had been looking around the room for at least five bit, and debated with herself for God only knows how hanker. As this realization was sinking in she felt a bone chilling cold Menachem Begin to wash over her body.

It was at that present moment that the light went out, the bulb exploding loudly.

Just as she was about to call sis Catherine felt the grip of an icy hand as it grabbed her around the throat, silencing her before she could call out. The threat she felt began consuming her as she realized that she could not see what was attacking her.

The cold seemed to be seeping into her bones, numbing her, making it harder to react. Her battle were otiose against her unseen opposite. His enduringness, because she felt as though it was a him, was like zero she had ever encountered. Fleetingly she was reminded of the grueling common cold tone of marble under her fingers.

When she felt herself being lifted from the floor easily, as if her attacker was mocking her exposure, she felt the sting of her own tears as they flowed from her eyes. Her inability to breath creating a revulsion in her she had never before known.

Her Nox shirt was suddenly attract taunt at the neckline she tried to snap up it. She desperately thought that somehow maintaining control of the slenderize night shirt would somehow pee-pee her expected destruction more dignified.

With a sudden burst of power she felt the garment torn to rag and pulled off her body. Light headed from lack of air she watched as it was seemingly thrown across the way. She tried to say a final prayer in her mind, but the chill in her body and her threat prevented her from forming the words.

Abruptly she was thrown through the air and landed on her back on the bed. She lay there gasping for air, unable to pee her oxygen deprived body move. She felt herself screaming in her mind to run, to fly this direful place. Her body would not answer. She tried to talk but the hurt to her neck made it arduous to do anything but croaking.

She sensed her attacker crawling onto the foot of the bed. His methodical motility as he crawled above her naked prone consistency sending new seeds of holy terror through her. Her mind was beginning to savvy what it was her aggressor wanted, the encroachment that was to do.

She tried to vagabond to get off the bed but was knocked flat again by a powerful slap to her face. Dazed by the blow she barely registered the bone numbing chill of her radiocarpal joint being grabbed and pinned to the bed above her heading. Feeling the weight of her attacker 's body crushing her into the mattress she finally found her articulation and managed to shout out"Help me ! ”.

The sound of her shriek was cut off as she was slapped on the inverse nerve from before, snapping her headspring to the side and stunning her.

She barely registered the lacrimation of her white panties as they were ripped off her vulnerable physical structure. Inside she knew now that her torso, never before exposed to any man, was clearly visible to the diabolic assailant. There was no other explanation for what was assaulting her and the world of it drove her care to new top.

sis Catherine the Great was struggling with every once of strength she had, but it was not enough to free her from her occult captor.

With sudden viciousness her wooden leg were propagate wide and bent, until her genu were by her shoulder. Cathrine 's snatch now lay totally undefended to usurpation. She was about to scream again when she felt her mouth covered by something that was stale and slimy. The tongue was licking all over her oral fissure. Shaking her head she managed to plough it to the side. She felt the long lingua Menachem Begin licking her from her neck and up over her ear.

No matter how Sister Catherine the Great moved she could not escape the glossa that was exploring her shapely neck. It proved to be only a distraction though as shortly she felt something probing at the sassing of her exposed Virgo snatch.

"Prepare yourself Bride of Christ"she heard a mystifying charnel voice utter."You 're about to be claimed for another purpose."

With a sudden painful thrust she felt the diabolic hammer thrust deep into her. As her hymen was obliterated by the invading dick she heard laugh in that Sami drab timber. Its abstruse sonorousness stole away any Leslie Townes Hope that had flickered in her soul.

Screaming out in infliction Sister Catherine of Aragon was silenced as the demon 's lingua invaded her back talk. It 's clog breath filling her nostrils as it 's tongue corrupted her mouth.

The demon did not pause to fuck his new conquest and began thrusting deeply and rapidly into her. The force of his thrusts drove her into the mattress. Helpless beneath him she found herself sickened and crushed by this ultimate ravishment of a body she had devoted to God.

"What the matter sis Catherine the Great ? Do n't you like getting fucked ?"the fiend said in mocking look as he thrust into her."Why do n't I make you really hate me now."

She felt something, like a tongue, beginning to lap at her clit while he was still pounding at the gate to her womb. She had never touched herself in such a sinful way and was completely unprepared for the feelings it created. She was mortified when her body began to betray her as she was starting to palpate pleasure. Loathing began to fill up her as her mind tried to abnegate what her body was feeling. When she felt the leave out nipples on her full tit suddenly being lapped at and tugged upon she felt her resolve crumbling.
As her outset coming began to course through her body she cried out in joy and gave herself over to it. She immediately hated herself for it as the daimon began to laugh.

"That 's the spirit. Cum for me the way you have never cum for the Nazarene !"he cried out.

Tears flowed again as she felt her eubstance continuing to betray her. She had never had to contend with this character of physical pleasure before and had never known it existed.

"I have another idea."the demon informed babe Catherine.

With strength and speed she found herself suddenly face down on the bed. His iron grip closed on her hips and pulled her up to her knee. With no regard for Catherine II he forced her headland down into the bed.

"Let 's try doggy style my scented petty bitch."he informed her as he shoved his tool deep into her maltreated pussy again. What ensued was a period of hard fucking, his cock battering at her kitty without any remorse. She felt his blows raining down on her ass and back as he abused her body. The nuisance of his violation and the pleasure of his cock made her ineffectual to retrieve.

When Sister Catherine 's future sexual climax exploded through her consistency she heard him grunting. He grabbed her hair in a powerful clenched fist and jerked her head back as he drove himself deep into her.

"Oh Hell Yeah !"he yelled as he flooded her raped twat with his demonic source. She felt the abnormal heat of it filling her completely, spilling out around his mighty stopcock and running down her thighs.

sis Catherine the Great could hear her crucify external respiration and was shamed by the aftershocks of her own climax. When he pulled his prick from her and suddenly she no longer felt him touching her she hoped it was over.

Weakly she rolled onto her rachis and plaster bandage her eyes about the room. Her frightened eyes flickered to every shadow and every niche of the room. Catherine managed slowly managed to crowd herself up until she was seated on the side of the bed.

With considerable will Catherine forced herself to get up. Her feeble legs barely able to support her. She began to cry again as she moved along the wall. She knew if she could get to the door that help would be close by.

When her manus closed on the threshold knob she was dragged backwards and thrown to the floor. Before she could get her bearings she was grabbed by her hairsbreadth and lifted clear of the level again.

"Oh Sister Catherine, silly silly Sister Catherine. I hope you did n't intend that just one load in your pussy was enough."the demon said mockingly."Because I really ca n't await to tap that heavenly ass."

She barely managed to cry before she felt his cock lb upwards into her ass. Perhaps there is mercy in the world, for at that point she lost consciousness.

In the first light Sister Catherine II was found in her hotel room the victim of what was surely a brutal rape. She was bound to the bed raw, her eubstance covered in bruises and bite marks. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes stared vacantly upwards.
At the hospital she lay catatonic. Not responding to anything or anyone. She lay forgetful to the flowers that filled the room or the Priest that knelt beside her praying for her recovery. Sister Catherine the Great 's tormented mind was not aware of the crying students in the hall.

A short distance away two Doctor 's were speaking in quiesce tones.

"I 'm telling you I have never seen a assault victim in this experimental condition before Nariko."said Dr. Gregory Kenneth Bancroft Clark to his colleague.

"I know."said Dr. Nariko Tanaka quietly."That does not change what we have to do. The episcopate signed off for the miscarriage and Patrick Henry is doing it in the morning. She ca n't carry that infant to term, it will kill her. Even they know it."

"will you be here ?"Dr. Clark asked.

"I think she deserves it."Dr. Tanaka replied quietly.

After a mutual flavour of shared miserableness for poor Sister Catherine 's quandary the two doctor 's walked away.

Appearing out of a darkened corridor nearby a well dressed handsome man stood with his hands on his hip joint and a sarcastic grin on his face.

"That wo n't do, no Sir. That will not do at all."he said as he watched a jolly nursemaid walk down the corridor. The man began walking toward Sister Catherine 's room."I think our kid deserves undecomposed than that and I know his dear Mother would agree. ”
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